Hidden Whispers in the Depths of Dreams

Silence hums with the echoes of unspoken words, drifting like smoke through an emerald forest.

In the corners of her mind, shadows paint stories that sunlight refuses to tell.

Dreams spill over the edges of reality, like a tide retreating to reclaim its territory.

The walls listen, bearing witness to the quiet ballet of thought and longing.

Fiction woven into the very fabric of existence, a tapestry of hidden truths.

Voices whisper sweet nothings, words full of promise but empty of substance.

Time bends, a river twisting through the valleys of consciousness.